Oh, lookit here. An online diary? What is that? *click click* Hmm. Sounds interesting. Might I sign up?

I used to keep a real diary. You know, pen and paper, in one of "cute" hardcover journals from Hallmark. Mine had a bunny on it. Perhaps that's why I stopped writing in it. No matter what I wrote, how happy, or sad, that goddamn bunny would always stare at me when I closed the book. It got unnerving.

One time my brother found it, and used every word I wrote in it, every tear stained, smiling, angst ridden phrase against me.

Now I write for all to see. I guess there comes a point when you tire of getting embarrassed of yourself, and what you feel.

On-line diary, eh? Well, I guess this suits me as everything I seem to create nowadays is on the computer. Why not a diary? Something will be taken away from it. Can you cry over a keyboard like you can over paper? True, it wouldn't stain.